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On the border of Silver Claw Principality, White Copper Town.
Expeditionary Force Left Army, defense area of the 1st Squadron of the 9th Squadron of the 23rd Infantry Brigade of the 2nd Infantry Brigade.
"It seems to be gone." "Really gone?" "That should be true."
Small voices came from the dark windows. The glass of the windows was all broken, leaving only the rusty frames.
Looking at it with the dim moonlight, it was a half-collapsed small building. The roof was torn off by artillery shells. There was a big hole in the second floor. The ground was covered with rubble. A couch and several broken cabinets blocked the door. , used as a bunker.
"There's already a fire over there." "You're really brave."
There was a little firelight in the same dilapidated building in the distance. Before confirming that the ghost attendant left, no one dared to light a fire easily.
After observing for a while, there seemed to be nothing going on over there, and the kerosene lamp was lit in the hut here.
The weak fire light spread, and six people could be vaguely seen in the room, guarding different positions.
"Finally I can calm down for a while." "Let's have a cigarette."
A soldier with a crew cut took out cigarettes, pulled out a few and threw them to his companions in the room.
"Little nobleman, please have one too."
The little crew chief smiled and threw the cigarette to a soldier leaning in the corner. The other person was different from the others. He wore a red armband on his arm, showing his identity as a military policeman.
The cigarette arced onto the bulletproof helmet and then bounced to the ground.
"If you don't want to be punished, it's best not to use this title again." The military policeman said with a cold face, then picked up the cigarette and threw it back, "You'd better keep it for yourself."
"Then what do you call me, pretty boy?" Little Flathead smiled even more happily.
"Crack!"
Without saying a word, the military policeman pulled out his pistol, cocked it, and pointed it at the opponent.
"I was wrong, I was wrong!" Xiao Pingtou quickly raised his hands in surrender.
"If I hear that word again, you're doomed." the gendarme warned. After living and dying together for the past few days, everyone became familiar with each other, no longer feeling the distance of the military police, and began to make fun of him.
The title "little noble" is a bit ironic, because he is not a real noble, but his skin is lighter than theirs, and he was born in a third-tier city. Their family is a vassal of the Ye Yang family in Gray Corner City, but they do not have a noble title, they are just vassals.
If placed before the catastrophe, he might still be considered a low-level noble. There are three levels of nobility below the baron: "Baron", "Sir" and "Squire". However, after the Cataclysm, only barons are considered real nobility, and the following are basically just names.
"Don't mind. He just saw that everyone was tired, so he was joking and relaxing. He didn't mean anything malicious." An older soldier advised.
"Hehe." The little crew chief smiled flatteringly. The gendarme glared at him before putting away his pistol.
Silence returned to the house, and the flame of the kerosene lamp burned quietly.
The little boy leaned his head under the window, finished smoking a cigarette, and sighed, "I feel like as long as I close my eyes, I won't wake up again."
From the day before the Harvest Festival, that is, the morning of the 25th, until now, he has not closed his eyes for almost forty-eight hours.
First it was fire coverage, then the Ghost Warriors made a sneak attack at night, then during the day it was a full-scale attack, and then there was another sneak attack by the Ghost Warriors. Physically and mentally exhausted, I felt like I was reaching my limit.
No one answered him because they were all too tired to talk. But no one dares to sleep. It will be dawn soon, and a new round of fighting will begin again.
No one knows how long they can persist in such a wheel battle. Maybe they will fall down the next moment and never wake up again.
The expeditionary force was in a very difficult situation, and the left army commanded by Viscount Ramon was even more difficult among difficulties. The Zuo Army's highest combat strength is only the Great Guard, and it lacks effective means to deal with the Ghost Warriors, so it can only use the lives of soldiers to fill it.
"I really don't understand. We've already reached this point. Why don't the bosses retreat?"
Faced with Xiao Pingtou's complaints, the military police chose to remain silent. If it were normal times, he would definitely scold, question Shangfeng, and disturb the morale of the army, but now, even he is a little confused.
"Perhaps they are waiting for reinforcements?" a recruit with a childish look on his face guessed.
"Reinforcements, are you kidding me? Where did we get the reinforcements from?" Xiao Pingtou turned to look at the recruits, as if he was looking at a fool.
Probably feeling despised, the recruit blushed and argued, "How come there are no reinforcements? The First and Second Red Dragon Army are near us."
Xiaopingtou sneered and turned to look out the window, as if unwilling to answer such a stupid question.
The new soldier looked at the veteran as if asking for help, "Old Huang, do you think so?"
They were originally a team of twelve. The captain and several teammates were killed in the battle, and now they are led by the senior vice-captain and supporter.
"Well..." the veteran thought for a while and said, "I heard from the squadron leader that the people above don't seem to like our Commander Chen very much, so there should be no reinforcements."
"Ah!" the recruit exclaimed, "how could this happen!"
"I heard that Commander Chen and the eldest princess have some old grudges..." the veteran said uncertainly.
"You mean the eldest princess has a grudge against our Commander Chen!" Upon hearing the eldest princess, the recruits immediately became excited, "What else do you know? Tell us!"
Several other young soldiers also listened with their ears pricked up. This cold and noble Princess Qingcheng is the dream lover of all young people. Whenever you hear about her, even a little bit, it will make people daydream.
Any magazine with Lacey on the cover will sell out immediately and be reprinted several times. There are even a large number of orders from other countries. You can imagine the popularity.
"What kind of grudges can there be between men and women?" The veteran looked like he had experienced it, as if it was written all over his face - isn't it just that little bit of trouble?
The young soldiers nodded knowingly, and then felt inexplicable sadness in their hearts.
What came to their mind were nonsense plots such as "getting pregnant", "beginning chaos and ending up giving up", "pulling and ruthless", and "love turns into hate".
The two things men like to talk about the most are politics and women. When talking about women, she is still the best woman in the world, so time naturally flies by. Unconsciously, a flash of fish white appeared on the horizon.
Seeing daybreak, everyone began to become nervous. Even the most exciting topics could not allow them to continue, and the atmosphere became silent and depressing.
Dawn means the battle is about to begin.
At this moment, five hundred meters away from them, in a neighborhood where a large number of buildings collapsed, several small groups of Silver Claw soldiers were slowly moving this way.
At the forefront were two shoulder-mounted guns. Although it is a long-range artillery, it can also play an important role in street fighting. Steel plates that are thick enough can withstand most bullet damage and reduce soldier casualties.
The soldiers were scattered behind the mecha, keeping a distance of more than thirty meters. A sand camel followed the soldiers, its slender mechanical legs raised and lowered cautiously, walking silently among the rubble.
The houses in front were tilted here and there. Under the cleaning of artillery fire, they were originally
The already very old houses are even more dilapidated and riddled with holes.
The whole neighborhood was quiet, as if there was no one around. But everyone knew that there might be a squad or even a squadron of enemy troops hidden inside. The result of rash advancement is to be beaten into a sieve.
"There."
The captain made a gesture, and a shoulder-mounted cannon stopped, and its muzzle moved toward the house indicated by the other party.
"boom!"
The shells penetrated the wall and exploded inside the house. The crumbling house suddenly fell apart and stirred up a large plume of smoke.
"Safety!"
The team continued to move forward, and any place where enemy troops might be hiding would be first fired with a cannonball.
About half an hour later...
When the Silver Claw soldiers entered a strange neighborhood, in an inconspicuous corner, only the frame of the window was left, and the small lens quickly retracted.
"somebody is coming!"
In the half-collapsed house, several soldiers who were in a daze were all alert. They quickly grabbed the guns beside them, threw themselves to the ground, and then climbed little by little to the shooting port on the wall.
After reminding his teammates, the little guy by the window continued to look outside.
"Two shoulder-mounted guns, four, eight, fifteen, twenty, at least two infantry squads, etc., and a Sand Camel..."
A black muzzle suddenly appeared in the mirror.
"What a fool, little..."
Before he could say the word "be careful", his eyes shook violently, then everything went black, and he briefly lost consciousness, as if he was fragmented.
Ears ringing with tearing pain. He shook his head violently, and the scene before him reassembled.
The ground was a mess, the couch and cabinets that originally blocked the door were shattered, and pieces of wood were scattered everywhere.
"Cough cough cough..."
The choking smell of gunpowder hit my face, and my teammates coughed through the thick smoke.
It took a while for several people in the house to recover.
"Me, my feet!"
The recruit let out a cry of pain. Several teammates quickly crawled over. The opponent's feet were pinned down by the concrete slab that fell down.
"One, two, three, get up!"
Several people worked together to lift the board. The recruit's legs were severely deformed, and half of his trouser legs were soaked in blood.
"It hurts, it hurts!" "Give him a painkiller injection!"
The military policeman took out the injection from his coat pocket, hesitated for a few seconds, pulled out the cap, and plunged it into the recruit's neck. He originally wanted to keep it for himself, so that at least his death would not be too painful.
The recruit's expression gradually calmed down, and he leaned against the wall, his eyes a little dull. Everyone knows that if you break your foot at this time, you will definitely not survive.
"Hide well and don't shoot easily."
The veteran made a few gestures, and the soldiers hid in their respective corners.
After a while, the footsteps of the mecha came from far to near. The old soldier put his index finger to his mouth, making a silent gesture. The soldiers nodded to show their understanding.
"Bang bang bang..."
The mecha passed by the house and turned the detector on its head in a circle. No abnormalities were found and it continued to move forward.
Not long after, Silver Claw soldiers appeared outside, searching and looking around. But this place had just been shot, so I just took a few glances and left.
"When they pass, we will come from behind..." the veteran said in a low voice while making gestures.
